The Loss of an Angel / Anna Ruth Hand Peterson
The Loss of an Angel,
Anna Ruth Hand Peterson
The absence of one person threatens
the existence of all others.
The loss of the angel that wared with
the devil within, leaves an enormous
void in the lives of all she has touched.
Tears are shed, memories drawn
from a past so long ago, and
thoughts of kindnesses given,
quell the tears for a moment.
The seamstress, the gardener,
the Sunday school teacher, the bookkeeper,
the valued employee,the shoulder to cry on,
the help in time of need, a giver of hope
in one's darkest moments,
what can be said of a woman
that God placed in our lives
for reasons that we will never understand.
The stranger was not immune to her touch.
For she never met one.
In a moment of saying hello She knew
of their families, of their pains,
and of their joys, and in that moment
she would share there joys and
comfort there sorrows.
A Woman of regal stature
That commanded the room
as soon as she walked in.
One that reigned with a gentleness
that calmed the spirit.
A woman you would talk to freely
about Things you held close
to your heart,
that no one else would ever know,
For it was your burden to carry,
yet she would take it from your shoulders,
and return joy to your world.
Amazement in a smile
that brightened not only the room
but the entire World.
Gentleness that seeped into anyone
that crossed her path.
She is irreplaceable.
Yet God wanted her presence,
and he took her home.
Where she walks tall again,
and she feels no more pain.
He shared her with us for a while,
and we were blessed by her presence,
and for a time we basked in the
beauty that was one of God's Angels.
